Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

So door to door it took us more than 35 hours to get from our house in sunny Melbourne to the lovely 100 year old Dutch barge on the Thames where my family live. It is a long long way, and it takes a long long time.... Me and Bub on our first big adventure. All things considered Bub was amazingly good natured and lovely, but it was hard going! The first flight to Hong Kong was dreadful, it was delayed by more than 2 hours, not a good start. There was a lovely lady with her 4 month old flying back to China to introduce her son to her family, she was travelling with her mother-in-law. We rocked and patted our bundles of joy to try and get them to sleep in the noisy terminal. I never noticed how LOUD airports are until this trip, frequent booming announcements startling the bub, requiring a near constant sssssshhhhhh from me in his little ear. When we boarded I was sat next to the lovely lady's mother-in-law, while she was 9 rows back, so we swapped. This meant however we were seated...

Last night the little man woke at 12am, 3:30am, 4:30am, then at 5:15. He was up up, back to bed at 7:15am, and up for the day at 8:15am. My eyes sting, my limbs are heavy, and my brain doesn't work. All I need to appropriate is the wee man's tendency to dribble, and perhaps a few extended yawning growls and I would be closer to a character from a zombie movie than a human being. When I was planning to write this blog I was going to pack it full of research, links to cool websites, try to provide a balance view to help navigate all the choices you are confronted with as an L plate Mama. As with many other things I thought I’d be able to do in the past few months I haven’t had the time, and when a good moment does arise I haven’t had the ability, the two remaining brain cells in my skull crying out for sleep or some passive activity that doesn’t require too much of them (TV god how I love you!). There is so much I want to write about; mother's group, the trip to the UK comin...

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The other night the cat escaped. Now Maxxie is strictly an indoor cat, although he often loudly expresses his desire not to be so, and frequently (several times daily) tries to escape his home/prison. Whenever he manages his lightning fast moves, squeezing through the door just as you are shutting it, racing out into the big bad world, he always comes back. It maybe 3 in the morning, it maybe 10 that night, but at some point he will return. As the Other Half and I are very protective of him we often try and catch him - interupting our lovely neighbours evening by prowling around their garden calling for our wayward feline, over and over. Maxxie loves their garden, I love their garden, it is more than double the size of ours, with a huge tree in the front yard. Max can often be found high in the branches of said tree, peering down at us lesser beings. This night he escaped before the Other Half came home, and I thought - I really can't be bothered chasing him, he'll come home wh...